No one cares, nobody knows,
Like guests, come and go;
Like mismatched puzzle pieces,
A wrong picture, they always show;
What do you expect?
With a closed shutter;
What can you find?
When hearts are not aflutter.

So much can change,
With people alone;
Sinking your heart,
Like a heavy stone;
Smiles all lost,
Replaced by snickery;
All that now remains,
Is neat mockery.

Wishing for a hearth,
To call our own;
Wishing for some rain,
For all that we have sown;
Reclaiming the warmth,
Reclaiming our youth;
Living our life,
Like we really should.